Nosa NormandaIt’s that time again when I have become sleepless. And in this state of mind, glimpses of horrendous images comes to mind unexpectedly, triggered by unprecedented scene. I will not give you the context of these images. I just want to share these aesthetically awful memories that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
The body of a friend who got hit by a train.
Strains of hair of an ex girlfriend on the sink.
The scar under the belly of a loved one.
The warm chest of my father who just passed, blood on his lips because he bite his tongue.
Corpse of my uncle, skinny, dark, blood from his mouth, ear, eyes, nose. His body bent and stiffed.
The smell of fresh linen out of my crush uniform in High School.
Her smile while giving me warm milk in morning. The taste of that milk.
The rope on my neck on a failed suicide attempt.
My salty tears, and the wind on my face while driving my motorcycle, after a family tragedy.
That rain when I went home from her house, walking for hours.
The sound of my brother adzan on my father’s grave.
A picture of a woman I love, naked with another man.
These are slide of films, that will bug me for the rest of my life.
And as long as I am alive, my life will always produce it, more and more.
I hope I can be better at editing it.
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Esei Nosa 